He wandered through the streets
dust, blowing across his path
Finally, the journey he has traveled too far
has him arriving in the town.
Traveling so far,
his hand has become a map of time passing.
This hand now lays upon a wooden door in front of him.
He pushes against the wooden barrier
and it gives way with a slightly creaking squeak.
He takes a step forward
and within a few steps reach he enters
a place of pure tranquility
Light falls on cups
filled with tea
enclosing the space in a smell of leaves
from far and wide
People are resting up
in every corner
There is just one seat free
which seems to have been awaiting his arrival
and awaiting his return since the dawn of time
He walks towards it and finds his spot
This space holds and comforts him
and all the weight of the memories
he acquired from the past
Then the most lovely person,
an elk stitched on her dress
offers him a cup of the best tea
he has ever had.
With him, all the folks raise their cups
to welcome him home.